Our Fate Written In The Lines (Suga BTS)

Chapter 3

 I stared at my ceiling fan spinning around and around while listening to the rain pitter-patter against the roof and windows. It's one of my favorite sounds. I've been really anxious ever since I lost Celeste at lunch. She's right. I don't understand.

With a defeated sigh I rolled off my back and grabbed my phone off my bedside table. I opened my messages and began texting Celeste.

A simple, "Hey," sent through and I waited for a reply.

Fifteen minutes later, Celeste still hadn't answered. So I decided to plug in the headphones and listen to music until I fell asleep. I'm trying, Celeste.

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I haven't looked forward to something this much in a long time. There was something so exciting about having this secret of mine. Something good in a bad time. Whoever this Yoongi guy was, didn't know what he was getting into, though.

It feels almost magical.

I waited for Coach Tiffany to signal the class to head in and lingered behind again. I walked over to the notebook and quickly opened the cover, slightly scared there wouldn't be a reply. But there was and it was longer. I smiled and read.

I'm always tired. But it's mostly because I work hard maybe a little too hard. I have big dreams and I want success in them now. Why are you not okay?

I sighed at the question Yoongi asked. I was scared of what he would think of me. Would he stop replying? My life is so much for me to handle, let alone a stranger. But it was getting a little late and I didn't want to miss my next class, so I answered.

I've dealt with a lot. I have people in my life who I care about but I feel don't care about me or don't act like they do. I also feel stuck as I don't like this shit hole of a city. I'm mentally and emotionally tired. I wish I could be free for awhile, I guess.

I closed the notebook and put in back on the gravel before running back inside the gym.